“Dream Momma, I am starting to dream about you! In my dream I was going to a place, near a lake, to receive three awards. You were there. I asked you if you were waiting for me and you replied you were. I went to pick up the three awards but the only one that I was interested in was broken. A silver strip had come undone and the prize was missing parts of it. It was in the shape of a shadowbox filled with jet-black small stones, like aquarium gravel. In the middle of the shadowbox were two dark female figures highlighted in silver. Some of the stones had leaked out the back of the prize and I was upset by that. Suddenly I had a Milky Way candy bar and a red leather purse in my hand. I accidentally dropped them as I was approaching you and had trouble picking them up. You said let’s eat here by the water. The place seemed like it was in a foreign land but we both agreed it was not. I had this dream early in the morning after I read last week that you were presenting at the Positive Aging Conference.” (sic)
Dream Momma is flattered that she has entered your unconscious as a symbol of sorts.
This article appears in Nov 18-24, 2009.